Wednesday, May 18, 2011

How much is too much?

I think I either have a stalker or someone that is really lonely. There is a little girl that lives a few houses down from me that has decided I am her new best friend. This little girl likes to ask me random questions…A LOT of random questions.

The first night I met her I’m pretty sure she asked me at least 20 questions. Why are you never home? What’s your name? What’s your middle name? What’s your last name? How old are you? Why is your dog barking? What does he look like? Why is he so fat? What does the inside of your house look like? Do you want me to bring you some miniature pancakes? (Really?!) Are you married? Do you have any kids? Can I come over and help you garden? (as she is holding a miniature shovel that is no longer than 6 inches) Can I water your flowers for you when you aren’t home? And this was just the first night. By the way, her name is Cacee and she didn’t believe me that we had the same name. And she thought it was weird that I couldn’t remember how old I was.

The next night I am sitting there watching TV and someone knocks on my door at 8:45. I grab Boomer so he doesn’t run outside and open the door because I just know it has to be her. 1) I didn’t even have the porch light on; and 2) Who else would it be? Everyone else that comes to my house lets me know they are coming before they come over. Good thing I didn’t have my pajamas on already. When I open the door she looks like she is holding something close to her. She says “You might want to put your dog down.” I just looked at her and asked why. She said because she wanted to show me something and takes her hands away from her body. What do you think she was holding? A gerbil/rat thing! She brought her animal to my house and thought I was going to pet it. I don’t think so. Then once I told her she didn’t need to bring that over anymore, she turned to keep it away from me and tried to reach out and pet Boomer. I had to let her know she wasn’t petting Boomer as long as she had that thing in her hand. I shut the door and went back to watching the game.

So, after I get home and mow the yard on Friday night, I’m trying to catch up on my full DVR and what happens? Someone knocks on the door. Only this time it’s light out and I can see her trying to see in the glass on the front door (the glass you can’t see through). So I pause my show and get up to see what she wants. This time she has a paper and she unrolls it to show me something she has drawn and colored, then proceeds to tell me that her mom doesn’t believe that my name is Kasie and that I can go over and meet her if I want to. If her mom doesn’t believe what my name is, she can come to my house and meet me. I’m not the one walking around the neighborhood knocking on stranger’s doors.

So, needless to say, this girl is crazy. Maybe I’m just that cool that she wants to hang out with me. We will see if this gets any worse if it was just a one-week friendship/stalker. Hopefully she will find a new friend to question…

Until next time…

2 comments:

jeri kaye said...

this is funny... and where does her mom think she is this entire time? dude you could be a STRANGER like the bad kind. I do think it's funny she asks you a bajillion questions lol. I can see you being like uhhhhh hahaha! stalker/bff forevaaaaa :)

Paris said...

I laughed through this whole blog! That cracked me up Kasie!!! BUt I feel bad for you. When I lived in my apartment, there were 2 little boys that would always bring the fish they caught to my door and want me to go fish with them. And, I was thinking the same thing...how old is this Cacee? lol Why is she not in bed at 8:45?! Crazy kid! And even crazier parent!!